When I was 17 I saw a magazine

It had those English boys who had long hair

When I was on my own they moved into my town and I just called 'em up and

they'd be there

In 1969 I had a lousy time

I listened to the songs read letters sent from Nam

Now peace and love were gone the tired soldiers home

Ideal society gunned down the seventies

Does it feel the same to you?

Why do you act the way you do?

Pack it up or pack it in

There's no excuse

Could the hands of time reverse?

Would we wake or take the ride and again speak with one voice?

We knew each other well although we never met

Messages passed to tell equal respect

Coincidence recurred

I had to laugh a lot

One week hung up superb said maybe not